Come on, Irene. Is this all you’ve got? Well, I shouldn’t speak so soon. After finally making it up the slippery concrete hill with balding front tires, I battened down the hatches. Literally. I dragged in the patio furniture, guided the potted plants to safety, and latched up all of the storm window cover things.
The worst is supposed to hit by tomorrow, so now all we can do is wait. And hope the power doesn’t completely fail before I finish Knocked Up on E!.